The Electoral Ponder

When will we start making fire
or, better yet, when will the fire start
making itself. Some say it is only fair.
When will we meet desire, for we know
desire has no interest in those who have no interest.
We sit and we idealize
but do we burn, do we attract, do we do?
Numb lips don't hide lively words you lazy fool,
but temporarily.

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